Nathan is in this phase where he LOVES to group all his toys together. Especially when said group happens to be somewhere rather inconvenient. Like in doorways. Because I have a bad habit of not watching where I’m going (I know, how can I do that with a toddler in the house?), I end …
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So it turns out that my ninja-warrior antibodies aren’t so ninja after all. Yeah, I got sick. That sore throat morphed into a head cold. But on the bright side, I am doing exponentially better today than I was yesterday. I still have some cold symptoms but I don’t have a fever or that feeling of …
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Today, I am wearing a pink shirt. Thinking I would take the time with Nathan to practice our colors, I asked him what color my shirt was. “PANK!” he said in a very, very Southern drawl. You have learned well, my son. You have learned well.
Nathan has a stuffed-animal kitty named Butterscotch. Only he can’t say Butterscotch, so he calls him “Butter Stick.” Imagine my confusion the first time he said, “Butter Stick pweese?”
Nathan has a bad habit of reaching his greedy little hands up onto the kitchen counter, groping for whatever his little fingers can touch. Paul had been cutting limes (fortunately, we keep knives out-of-reach) and Nathan grabbed one of the lime slices and put it in his mouth. “Mmmmm sour,” he said as he sucked …
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